C817 Holy Spirit Sword Three!

"Clang!"

The tough Vajra Pestle was dim and devoid of any light. It turned into specks of starlight as it dispersed.

"It appeared?"

That great Emperor explosively retreated in the blink of an eye. In that instant, he felt an incomparably sharp sword qi.

If he hadn't dodged so quickly, his head would have fallen to the ground and his soul would have been split in half